Fake it.

Chapter 1

"Hey are we almost there yet." I ask growing impatient with the driver.

"Miley, if you ask again I'm gonna drop you off on the side of the road then you can walk to your concert." He snaps back infuriated.

"Actually it's my concert". Harry says from behind me.

I turn around and roll my eyes at him. "Our concert sweetie". I say with a smirk.

"You wish you were my real girlfriend". He remarks. "Oh harry, it's the other way around. Your girlfriend wishes she was me". I say back turning around to keep me from seeing his expression.

"If I had a girlfriend". I hear Harry mumble.

I turn around and look at him pulling out his phone and unlocking it onto his messages.

Just as I watch him push send my phone vibrates I pick it up an it's a text from Harry.

I roll my eyes and turn around opening it.

*Dear Miley, you don't count because we are not actually dating.*

After I read the messages I turn around to harry who has already got that stupid yet attractive smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry love, cat got your tongue". He giggles.

"Go fuck yourself". I say to him as I turn around and put my headphones in.

It's not to long after that I'm being woken up by harry.

"What"? I say rubbing my eyes.

"We're here". He says getting of the bus.

I get to my feet and shuffle to the front before I take the last step off the bus I hear the driver so I turn around.

"By the way Miley, were here". He smirks at me.

I give him the bird and walk in the backstage doors.

There I see my manager Kristen who then literally throws me into my dressing room.

I put on a long silky dress with a lace over shirt, black strapped pumps and my hair has been curled and let fall down past my shoulders.

I look into the mirror at myself for what seemed like forever until somebody told me I'm on in five.

I leave and start heading up the stairs where I meet harry.

He smiles at me and winks as are names are announces and were heading out on stage.

We weren't doing any of our own songs just covers by other people and we were doing whiskey lullaby by brad paisley.

As soon as we got on the stage harry opens his mouth before I get the chance.

"Are you guy ready to hear some music"! He screams over the large crowd who then screams back.

"Lets do it"! I yell before harry takes the words.

Whiskey lullaby

HARRY: She put him out like the burning end of a midnight ciggerate.

She broke his heart he spent his whole life trying to forget.

We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind until the night.

Both of us: He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.

He finally drank away her memory life is short but this time it was bigger then the strength he had to get up off his knees.

We found him with his face down in the pillow with a note that said I love her till I die.

When we buried him Bennett the willow the angels sang a whiskey lullaby la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la.

Me: The rumors flew but nobody knew

How much she blamed herself for years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath.

After the concert me and Harry had to deal with questions from paparazzi.

"How did you two meet?" One of them says who kinda short.

"Well we knew each other from fame but we met at the VMA'S and I asked her on a dat she accepted we fell in love that's all you need to know for now". Harry says grabbing me by the waste and walking me towards the bus.

Then out of nowhere one of the paparazzi's says "If you two are in love kiss"! He shouts and I wanna kill him.

"You know what that's me and her business not your-" before harry can finish I cut him off.

I move his head towards mine and pull him in close.

As we kiss this weird feeling covers my body and I shiver.

We pull away and I quickly get on the bus so I don't have to see Harry's facial expression because if I do I might die and tomorrow it's gonna be all over knowing that most of the publicity people got pictures of that.

I feel the bus start to move and when I look out the window I feel someone slide into the seat next to me.

Harry.

I scoot closer to the window feeling the heat in my cheeks rise up and my throat starts to swell.

"What the hell was that"? Harry asks as I try so hard not to blush.

"It was just for publicity, that's why we're doing this whole dating thing in the first place". I say turning back towards the window.

"I'm not the one who wants to fake date you Miley, ok it's are managers so don't blame me"! He yells.

When he yells I felt this happiness or this light sparking inside of me I start to smile like an idiot not knowing how to stop.

"What"? Harry says.

"Nothing". I say back biting my bottom lip to keep me from laughing.

"Oh Miley, I think maybe we should practice kissing. You know for like the cameras". He says the red starting to make a print on his cheeks.

I study his emerald eyes for a minute before agreeing.

He looks me in the eye and switched from my left to right constantly.

Then without another word his lips find mind and he starts to sync are lips in a pattern.

I grab the back of his neck to pull him in closer.

I play with the back of his hair for what seemed like forever.

Harry pulls away and I feel sad he stopped I wanted to keep going I wanted him not to stop. But he did.

"Good start". Harry smiles then gets up and walks into the back room.

I smile knowing I get to do it again.

I'm starting to like harry but I need to stop I need to remember this is all just for publicity nothing is real. Nothing.